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let a door open. let things happen.

I try to be honest. He listens. there is a mirror with my face written all over it. there is an answer, with the same prints, the same track marks, and I see that they lead.. but, where they are, I don’t know.. maybe, that there is no way to know anything which ought to be unknowable. maybe I cannot attain all that which He has made unattainable. maybe relationship I see, was crafted through wrong standing. set like a trap, which God will then use for good. what is compromise? in life at all. in living.

I think at a job where too much goes well, we create problems out of nothing. like complaining to a perforated edge, saying “why are you not already apart?!” or to a drink with a straw in your lap, becoming infuriated that it is not yet even in your mouth, or down your gullet. saying “you were yet so close! but you pussy’d, and could not even complete.”

oh I would treat you the same, if only to gather factuality with documents to lay before your own face, but I know if I should round equal your corners or treat equal your humanity, surely your nut-less sack would shrivel up into you stomach as you peacock your chest, saying “larger. angry. SMALL, to likes of me!” oh that I could treat all equal.. glory be to the beggar who knows only how to depend on human pulls. but woe to the man who finds reason to boast. yes let him be shattered. yes even let me be shattered.

like stability measured in individual increments apart from any whole. that it is as each strong man stands to boast that onlookers see strength, but now the role he plays in a structure demands elasticity or absorption, in his pride he compromises the structural integrity. that sort of strength is only needed in the foundation. and WOE to any man who should set out even a hand to lay it! For there is no other; than that which God has laid..